any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........
Wednesday, 1 July 2015
Only a few were born free
Since the birth of mankind
They had a sky in their heart
Truth was their mother tongue
They were one with every object
Living, non-living
The path they had trodden
Led to the dawn of freedom,
C i v i l i z a t i o n,
They had left a trail asking
To leave everything and follow
I hear their call
I listen to the song my soul sings
The song of freedom
Am I not tethered to Desire?
Alas!
Freedom is seldom for those who are
A slave to the senses
To the mind
To the body
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Freedom @ Poets United
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